The day I saw the ghost lady was a weird one. It all started in a ordinary way when I happened to be out in the forest with my mum. My mum said what all other mums would , that I could go off and play so , I did. I roamed around the trees pepping in little holes, once I even found a squirrel.

It was then I stumbled across the old camp. A thought flashed through my mind a recollection but I just couldn't get it. I saw a glimpse of a face in the window I turned around slowly the face still staring straight ahead It slowly faded away I turned back to face the camp.

To be continued next week...